Sean Patrick McLaren

Deed Name: You've Got Another Thing Coming

Rank: Cliath

Sean Patrick McLaren is born

Born to Patrick Jigs on Wyrm Grave McLaren and Alyson McLaren. On the night of the half moon in August of 1993 in Gaian Tribal lands outside of New Orleans. Sean the first born and true born of six. Came into the world kicking and screaming at nine and a half pounds. Patrick and Alyson would go on to have five beautiful daughters all kinfolk except the youngest daughter named, Jennifer, Megann, Aisling, Audrey and Lauren (Born under the Galliard’s moon). Sean grew up a bit different then his sisters. His nursery rhymes were allegories on the Litany. His mother reading him Detective Novels at night and his no moon father doing what the no moons do best, teaching his son to see more than just black and white. But something strange happened. Lauren, the youngest sister, experienced her first change before Sean. Concerned Patrick sought the wisdom of his tribe’s elder and found that Sean was just a late bloomer. Years would go by and Sean had still not changed. Everything changed when Sean went on a routine visit to his father’s packland the day of his 17th birthday. Sean had pulled up on his moped to work on the 1972 Dodge Charger with the Dox of the pack and Sean’s mentor, when the pack became alert to the presence of intruders.

The Change

The spirits of the pack land alerted the Theurge, a female of the get of fenris to fast approaching imbued hunters. The pack set to work but something went drastically wrong. These hunters came equipped with silver and Sean watched his father take a silver bullet to the center of the head. The fear and adrenaline overrode his body and he screamed in rage and the roar erupted from his throat as the six foot six Sean took his warform towering and running full boar at the one who put down his father. In a swift motion speed born from rage he threw a left hook at the shooter ripping the skull from the shooters body and moving onto the one who was firing at his dox mentor Sean was a site to behold the hunters seeing the tide had turned they scattered with the pack in tow to put them down.

After the change

Sean moved to his father’s body and picked it up, the arm dangled lifeless regor had not yet set in. He put his father on the table and he returned to his homid form and cried/screaming into the air. Once the pack was back the hunters hunted and destroyed they joined Sean in his anguish at the loss of their pack brother. Sean was pulled aside by his mentor and pulled into a tight embrace and said “after the funeral, I will train you more.”

True to irish tradition the family mourned but told stories of laughter and happy times of their patriarch. Lauren regaled the crowd with a story of how Patrick had fallen into a river chasing after the twins Aisling and Audrey. Lots and lots of drinking and eating and stories that was the Irish Funeral style and the party lasted in memory of Patrick until well into the next morning. True to his word, Patrick’s packmate and resident philodox took Sean into the woods and gave Sean a Knife,and a bow. The two would spend six months together training Sean in both combat, hunting, tracking and Rites that all Philodox should know.

The Six Months

Sean was a quick study under the guidance of his mentor. Days were spent on drills in the art of bow staff combat expanding on the basics taught to Sean by his father, mornings were spent in ritual style learning and practicing rites. Sean had known that his father outside of the pack was a member of the Grandchildren of Fionn Camp of the Fianna Tribe. The training had only confirmed what Sean wanted, to join that camp and continue on his father’s legacy. After training Sean and his mentor Jason went to a waterfall and sat cross legged on a rock meditating and communing with nature. Training and Meditation took place both in and out of War Form and as well as Lupin. During his months in the woods Sean was visited by an ancestor, whose name is Mildred “Rule Master” Nelson “I am your great great great grandmother on your mother’s side, before my death, I was the Truthcatcher of the Sept you will serve, and you my boy will have my aide in all you do.” But this was not the only ancestor who would visit, Sean was also visited by the spirit of his great great grandfather Ash “The Backbreaker” McLaren. “I can’t believe my line produced you, a late bloomer….philodox. Are you a snitch like your mother’s ancestor. Oh no you don’t know you need my help….But you will boy”. By the end of six months, Sean was ripped, dirty, hair down to his shoulders. And ready to take the rite of passage. The week before leaving, Sean and Patrick went to the Umbra and to the Umbral Home of the Fianna where Sean was to listen to the music of his people and interact with others of his tribe outside of his home in New Orleans.

The Rite of Passage

The sept proper was a buzz a group of Cubs were challenging for the rite of passage. The Cubs were split into teams of four and given a task. Going into the task which was to down a small tainted building and cleanse it. Sean was quick to take charge and assessed his assets for this mission. The group had a week to get this task done. So they went out and scouted. Entrusting the stealth to the young female Ragabash from the Fianna. The only hiccup came when the Galliard and the Theurge started fighting amongst themselves. The lord and the fang snapped at each other. True to form as the Dox of the group Sean listened and took down the Silverfang galliard who was compromising the mission for the sake of his pedigree and royal heritage over the mission and the group. The Haymaker ended the argument and demonstrated his own mastery of both the litany and as a personal moderator of the group. The rest of the mission went without a hitch and they were able to accomplish their task. When they returned all but the silverfang galliard were granted the privilege of becoming a Cliath.

Life on the sept

As a newly minted Cliath, Sean set about his duties, following orders and on the side working missions for the Truth Catcher. With the diverse nature of the sept, Sean had to quickly teach himself languages, with aid from other garou and kinfolk of the Sept and from lessons via audio tapes that his kin sisters had gotten him. Soon he was speaking spanish, greek, gaelic and french and studying Russian. So enthralled with the detective novels of his youth Sean, would break down each mission like he was solving a case for the truth catcher. Brining him detailed notes but not being a police officer but a Philodox, it was his job to doll out punishment even if they were to younger Cliath and cubs. But Sean became loved and respected for his fairness so much so he was asked to join a pack. Joining up with the pack he would run with them and laugh with them and go on missions for the sept. Always giving his all.

The Attack of the Spiral Dancers

Luck was not on his side, the wyrm had been advancing on the sept, the battle was long and hard but ultimately the garou prevailed but the Sept and Caern were lost. Sean’s family decimated he and his mentor buried his mother and sisters amongst the rest of the fallen. It was at his pack ground the newly minted Beta of the pack had been celebrating when the last ditch wave of spirals came down on the pack. Hours the fighting went on, buildings were set ablaze and put out by the oncoming rainstorm, the two packs exchanged blows. Sean was the only garou left standing, his knife soaked with his blood and the blood of the spirals he killed. His pack was decimated and destroyed. He knelt mute for what seemed like days. A hand grabbed his shoulder. His mentor Jason looked down at him. I know this is tough, but you must soldier on in their names. Sean could only nod and the two returned to the former sept grounds. It was here that Sean decided he would have to leave. He told his mentor his plan.

To The Empire State

The trip back to the sept ground was quiet, but Sean broke it, finding his voice. “I have to leave, I have failed and need to redeem myself, uncle Jason.” Sean went on about how he had talked to his cousin Melissa, a police officer in New York City, saying there was a sept out there that could use his help. Once the car stopped Jason turned off the engine and gave Sean the keys. “Take the charger, you will need it.”

Sean looked at Jason. “Uncle Jason.” He said. “I will do this to gain entry into the Grandchildren of Fionn. Like my dad.”

Jason nodded and smiled grimmly. “Well lad, that is for you to decide. I have given you the charger. Go forth and kick ass.”

Traveling to NYC, Sean picked up more diverse area dialects of the languages he learned as he traveled to NYC, Especially in cities like Miami, Charolette, Philadelphia and finally he reached his destination NEW YORK CITY.

The Enemy from the past

Marcus Truesdale awoke from in his bed at the Chantry Open to the Sky in New Orleans, a spirit stood before him. “Greetings Marcus, I am your Great Great Great Great Grandfather, Gerald. You know of my history being destroyed by the hands of a female Werewolf. One of her line has left the safety of New Orleans and so you must go to avenge my death. Sean McLaren must pay for his ancestor’s killing of me.” Marcus looked at his grandfather and was about to protest when the spirit cast a hand sigial and threw itself into Marcus and stretched in his new body and began to pack his belongings. Now to find the mutt and kill him. Marcus/Gerald set about skrying for Sean McLaren…. He is heading north.

Melissa Nelson

Kinfolk Finna Tribe: Police Officer aspiring to earn the Gold Shield of the Detectives.Moved to new york when she was a teenager wanting to become a Detective in New York City

Ancestor Ally

Mildred “Rule Master” Nelson: Great Great Great Grandmother to Sean. Garou Philodox of the Fianna Tribe. Former Truth Catcher to The Sept of Last Home in New Orleans and Murderer of the rogue Mage Gerald Truesdale. Rule Master alongside the Rites Master of the Sept had cast a protective veil over any trueborn child born to the Nelson Line. Sean being the first Nelson Born Philodox in 3 generations Mildred contacted him to offer her help to the member of her line.

Insane Ancestor

Ash “The Backbreaker” McLaren Ahroun of the Fianna tribe. Lost in a battle in the Umbra many years ago and broken mentally trying to find his way home. Ash’s spirit wandered the umbra missing calls home from various theurges. That all came to an end when he heard the spirit of Ragabash talking to his still living son. Listening to the conversation he found a way home, a philodox grandchild but still he was home. He views Sean as weak so wants to assist his grandchild whether Sean wants it or not.